The church was sparkling clean, with elegant decors of turquoise blue and white dominating the set. The aisle had a red carpet with small pillars perfectly arranged at a specific distance. Besides, the small pillars were wooden curved with messages of love inscribed on them. Fresh petals had been poured on the red carpet to add the ambiance. The congregant’s small conversation was punctuated by choir who practiced in low tones to make sure they were ready for the big day. The stage was set for a grant wedding. In his Maroon Suit, completed by a white shirt and Italian leather shoes, Mike stood in front patiently waiting for Nicole or “Nikki,” as we used to call her. From the congregants’ murmurs, the wedding had earned a five-star rating even before it began. As my eyes were still scanning the place to get more intricate detail, the bell rang, and we were all asked by the Reverend to raise for the bride’s entrance.
She walked slowly and elegantly, occasionally looking at the sides and smiling at the audience. You could tell that she enjoyed it and made it even slower. A glance at my watch showed that she had taken more than three minutes for a twenty meters distance. Mike looked like a king waiting for his queen, but you also one could tell that the waiting was getting to his nerves. The Reverend received her, and we were asked to sit down. The officiating started with the choir singing one of their best song that could make angles smile in unison. After few minutes of speech, the Reverend proceeded to the vows section.
The vows were the same old. Promises of taking care of each other in sickness and health in prosperity and adversity. If people were to speak their mind, they would say only in prosperity and health because nowadays, when poverty starts hanging around, you will be even be left by your spouse. The Reverend then turned to the audience to ask if anyone had an objection to the union. For a moment, there was pin-drop silence in the church. Then hell broke loose. “Yes I have an objection. I am carrying Mike’s child.” A voice of a lady was heard from the back. The noise from the congregants increased as she walked to the front. Her stomach could tell everything we wanted to know.
Confusion and anger rocked the air. “Is it true?” you could hear people asking each other. She grabbed the microphone and started narrating how Mike had left her after discovering she was pregnant. Mike tried to calm the situation and talking to Nicole, but his efforts were futile. Seemingly agitated, Nicole Slapped Mike three times in quick succession and run out of the church through the nearest exit. How she did not trip with the high heels, and the long dress still puzzles me. Mike tried to run after her, but the lady could not let him. The Reverend stood stunned at the unfolding of the whole situation. The angry congregants knocked down the decors and everything that they could find. They had come to witness two people opening their door to their “happy ever after,” but all they got was drama served at its rawest form. I did not know whether to laugh or get annoyed, but when I remembered that I would miss the five-course meal that had been prepared by professional chefs and served hot, my enzymes compelled me to be angry. At least she could have waited until we eat I whispered to a friend who could not help but laugh hysterically. Sadly the wedding was off, but it will always remain in my mind like a printed book.
